Love Thyself

Shadows need to dance with light,

"Step up and make a move," the light whispered, "or you can't enjoy this beautiful sight."

Fear, guilt, sadness, anger, laziness, had seemed to weave a tight knit layered carpet,

Hiding in the designs of life and projecting their mirage, a hustling market.

The light waited and waited long to embrace her darker self,

They were both one and met half way to face each other, dancing to the tunes of love thyself.